Death is on your heels, baby, and sooner or later it's gonna catch you. And part of you wants it. Not only to stop the fear of uncertainty, but because you're just a little bit in love with it. Death is your art, you make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp. That look of peace. Part of you is desperate to know what it is like. Where does it lead. - Jessica

GIRL AT PARTY:
They call him William the Bloody because his poetry is bloody awful. - Mel H.